Tuesday, November 8, 2011


A week ago it was Hallowe'en.

A.R dressed up as a Trojan warrior and J.P was "Harry Potter".

At seven o'clock in the evening, we took the boys along with their cousins around the neighbourhood. Oddly, the streets were quiet and it seemed not many children were out this year.

Where were all the kids?

Door to door, we made our way in the dark. Homes were decorated with pumpkins, scarecrows, spiderwebs and ghosts.

As we turned to a new street, a group of rowdy teenage boys came roaring passed us.

And to my amazement, they were all going trick-or-treating.

What? They're not even wearing costumes!

Are you serious?!

These freakish ghouls shoved their way to the front door to collect their loot.


And they paid no heed to the children; especially to my little boy who was the smallest, youngest and cutest of them all!

Luckily, home owners took notice of these scroundrels; and asked J.P to wait. They gave him extra chocolates and treats. Even taught him a new Hallowe'en song.

I was ecstatic!

As for J.P, he was oblivious to what was going on. He was happy to celebrate the most spookiest night of the year.

And gleefully shouted, "Happy Hallowe'en!"